Amazing.
How do you manage to stay quiet at, say, parties or reunions when people resurrect events that they don’t remember quite correctly?
“No it was fourteen seconds after eight a.m. and I recall a green Ford with a black poodle in the back seat passed us in front of the White Castle on Four-hundred-ninety-second street and....”
How do you manage to stay quiet at, say, parties or reunions when people resurrect events that they don’t remember quite correctly?
“No it was fourteen seconds after eight a.m. and I recall a green Ford with a black poodle in the back seat passed us in front of the White Castle on Four-hundred-ninety-second street and....”
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It often turns out to be a BIG PAIN - you learn to keep your mouth shut ... or just gloss over it... there are not many rewards in having a cataloging visual memory... Personally there is - but socially it is problematic ...
Sometimes it really sucks. My husband is used to it and now knows not to question anything I say. I think he is disappointed that I didn’t go further in life. I am also a speed reader and can inhale a book a day+. My father has the same memory and I turn to him if I am ever troubled. He has a gift of sifting throught the chaff and getting to the wheat in an hour conversation and summing it up in one sentence and giving the absolute solution.
My thoughts are random and I talk like that sometimes. I really have to work to control it and usually keep my mouth shut. My brain works nonstop, even when I sleep and I am unable to nap as my brain stays revved up. I have been called the Rain Man but didn’t take it in any way as a compliment. This is the first time I have talked about it. The show last night almost made me cry because I have always felt like a freak. My memory is not as good as theirs as I don’t have the exact month and date in my mind but absolutely remember every event.
No it was fourteen seconds after eight a.m. and I recall a green Ford with a black poodle in the back seat passed us in front of the White Castle on Four-hundred-ninety-second street and....”
That was the poodle who ate 6 doubles with cheese and an order of clam strips for breakfast.. It was a grand torino and the driver was a woman in a wool cap. It said NY Giants on the cap and she was all pissed off because her tickets to the Giant bs Eagle game didn’t come through. I believe it was November 19, 1978.
My bet is that was her memory after Sunday’s game.
My wife scares me sometimes when we're traveling. We'll go through some podunk town that we went through YEARS ago, and to me it was like the first time I've ever been there - and she'll say "Oh look, those people have repainted their house blue" - or, "They've moved the mailbox to the other side of the driveway." Maybe she's yanking my chain but she's been right before.
I remember a lot like she does,not exact dates but can remeber everything I am told and know when I am being lied to.Have dropped many friends over the years for that.It’s a blessing and a curse all at once.
I remember a lot like she does,not exact dates but can remeber everything I am told and know when I am being lied to.Have dropped many friends over the years for that.It’s a blessing and a curse all at once.